A Vampire's Mark
His gaze fixed on me as I sipped my coffee, I could feel his inquisitiveness at its brim, itching to ask a pile of questions.
“What happened yesterday?” He places his cup on top of a table beside him as he walks towards me, his gaze still glued on me,steady, searching. The intensity made my chest tighten, so I looked away, breaking the pull before it swallowed me. I gulped down some coffee not answering his question.
“I asked a question Aria! Where were you last night and what happened?” This time his voice is no longer softer. It's demanding, it's controlling, it's no more Lucian speaking, it's a vampire.
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